Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Djibouti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Y Pants,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.